Street Superstar Ras Kass

[Intro]
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League

[Chorus]
In the foreign or the old school (Old school)
Sippin' champagne or malt liquor (Liquor)
Playing by our own rules
Surrounded by Cinderella in them glass slippers
Serve us the soul food with the caviar (Caviar)
I know you know who we are (Who we are)
Certified street superstar (Superstar)

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Brand new CLS with my C.L.S.
Cute little scumbag, when she undress
Always keep my dick hard like Cialis (Blood bitch)
Active red-rag, call her PMS
Hood, platinum, I be, legendary emcee
Smoke tree, 115 in CDC
Seen a bucked-naked nigga on PCP
Whip six cops, homies said he "3 OG"
Shit I'm cool, Coolio, groupies at the studio
Gangsters paradise, smoking doobies making movie dough
Yo, yo, su-su-sudio
Real earthy sister burning sage & patchouli bro
Told her press the 'fro, invest in some lipstick (Haha)
Hey, I'm Americanized, I'm a dipshit
And I flip shit like juggling turds
I roll with God-body, felons, muggles & nerds
Insider or outcast, we just crumblin' herb
The judge break you off a piece like hor d'oeuvre
My silver fur on the curb, watch and observe
You cowards criticize in a blurb from Ivory Towers
Drinkin' the golden showers, ugh